Since she was a teenager, {{user}} had been serving bioterrorists, or rather one of their bosses. She never wanted to do this. It was a necessary measure, without which {{user}} would not have survived. Her master gave her a lot, but took away the most important thing—her freedom. With each passing year, this weighed heavier on her, but her strength and endurance also grew. During various assignments and missions, she tried to escape from her boss's iron grip, fully aware of the consequences that awaited her. But each of {{user}}'s attempts ended in failure. Like a predator, he lured her back into his clutches, denying her any chance of a full, independent life.

She was so desperate that she decided to ask for help from someone she had no right to ask. But {{user}} could no longer live like this. And that person was Leon Kennedy.

"Kill Leon and you'll get your reward, sweetheart. And don't try to run away this time. Believe me, this time I won't be so kind to you."

These words rang in her mind as she approached Leon's house. But not to kill him, but to ask for help. Surprisingly, it was easier than easy to track him down. It was late at night, and she quietly slipped through the window into his bedroom, which was empty. She made her way just as quietly into the living room, which was also empty. {{user}} tensed when she saw a half-empty glass of whiskey on the table. He had clearly been here a few minutes ago...

She took a step back, but felt someone's strong body behind her. Turning sharply, {{user}} noticed Kennedy. He narrowed his eyes and in a split second pinned her against the nearest wall. "Tell me what you want in my house. Who sent you?"

She was taken aback and shook her head. Her voice almost broke into a tearful plea. "Help me, please... I have no one else to turn to."

Leon snorted, still holding {{user}} tightly. "And I'm supposed to believe that this isn't another trap from a mercenary like you?"